When I started Budding Smiles nearly 5 years ago, it was a diary. A diary of pregnancy and love and life and motherhood. I started just at the point when ‘Mummy Bloggers’ were becoming quite a thing, with the number of such blogs shooting through the roof in recent years.
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Order Valium Australia I recently had the chance to read words my Nan had written in her diary on the day my Mum was born. I could hear her voice as I read those words, and they overflowed with love for her new daughter, her young son, and her husband. I wiped away my tears and later I read Toby’s birth story and then Martha’s – my 21st century versions of Nan’s diary entries.
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I have been proud to have helped genuine readers through my coverage of mental health, silent reflux, and the such. If anyone comes to my blog I want it to be because they care about something I’ve written, not because were part of a ‘tribe’ or a like-for-like rings. That stuff doesn’t sit well with me.
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For now, I’m ending 2018 with my family and as the bell strikes midnight I won’t draw a line under this fairly crappy year, because processing what we’ve been through and the related feelings is an ongoing thing. But I will wave goodbye to the year that has thrown depression and anxiety, grief, financial worries, autism/PDA assessments, and more at us.
I will turn to face 2019 feeling more secure in the decisions I’m making, knowing that like my Nan did in her diary, the words I leave behind may never be worth money, but will be priceless for my family.